Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Swans,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Index,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.